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frais - remix lyrics

i got that 40 on me
i got them percs on me
wockhart got me sleepy
ya not hard boy ya sweet
watch how you talking to me
n-gg-s mad they ain’t seen sh-t
gl-ss pint with the clean it
switch it up on n-gg-s
like a remix

bleeding bleeding
take dat b-tch back i don’t need her
i hit yo block with the sweeper
black dreads grim reaper
white b-tch harris teeter
young frais with the set
i bring that work to the trap
she do what i want
i don’t ask
i c-m on dese b-tches
i run thru the hunnids
i turn it up city
you don want no prollems
i pull up with reese
he left off a hunnit
das my bro like
we got the same mama
bad b-tch in a 10 speed
doing donuts in a bentley
i know that you mad & you envy
had my boy hit ya block with the semi
these hoes sucking d-ck just for entry
say her friend wanna f-ck
and it’s tempting
i can’t cuff no hoe
it ain’t in me
ima dog like spud mckenzie
ya chain look like penny’s
ya p-ss broke
eating denny’s
drop top ain’t tinted
so these f-ck n-gg-s see me

i just made a play
i just left air port
pack n ship them things
and send it like the air force
you ain’t come with cash
the what the f-k you came for
p-ssy n-gg- say its beef
turn around and tell on ya
i can’t trust myself
mane i can’t trust a soul
get it how you live
or get it out the bowl
n-gg-s took my cousin life
over f-cking a hoe
so i’m riding with that dirty
and ill let it blow
fish tailing off the lot
and im smoking on that pressure
yo b-tch might catch my eye
but i won’t keep that hoe forever
n-gg-s think its sweet
when they on that rapper sh-t
boy i off ya head
and send it to ya management
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